It all started when Monchitchit returned from the Poland trip... He came into the room and told me he got me something from Poland! I was mad happy cuz I thought he tabao-ed a family bucket of KFC crispy chicken thighs for my lunch but instead he flashed a Ipad and I tiok stunned.
Yeah I wanted the Ipad like super long time ago but then I heartpain the $$$ and plus I don't really need it. He got it as a gift for our upcoming 3rd wedding anniversary day :) Thanks dear! I'm very happy but next time don't splurge $$$ on gifts liao okay. We must save $$$!!!
Then on that very night, Monchitchit had high fever between 38-39.5 degrees every single night for 7 days. I have never seen anything like this happen to him before, the fever seems to come back to haunt him every night...
He ate alot of panadols til I'm worried he's overdosed. So scary lah.
I was having a little cough and flu but I ignored them cuz it's bearable and so minor at that moment. And plus I was skeptical about taking medication during my pregnancy so I had none.
My terror began on 12 March, Saturday night when it's MY TURN to have fever. It's like the same case as GW's, I kena the fever which came back without fail every night. My cough worsen and I get stabbing pains in my back whenever I take deep breaths or stretch or cough. My MIL calls me everyday to give me tips to fight against my coughs but nothing seems to work.
I had to sit up straight in order to suck in more air and I spent my nights trying to fall asleep sitting up straight, which was impossible! I managed to catch only 30min - 1 hr sleep every night, lost my appetite, living like a zombie and dropped 3 kgs in 4 days.
On the fourth day, 15 March (our wedding anniversary day!), GW came back from work and insist to send me to the hospital. I was reluctant to go because I know how the system works here. They will send me home to eat panadol and drink coke. I don't wanna go! But in the end I went because I wanna make sure baby is okay.
We waited at the A&E, and after waiting for 1 hour at the reception (mind you, there's only 1 person before my q-number) they finally attended to us. I told the nurse about my condition and true enough, this was her reply:
"Oh you have come to the wrong place. This is the Accident and Emergency department, we only attend to A&E stuff like broken leg or fractured arm. For your case, you should go to the clinic."
My heart really sian half. But all the clinics close liao what. I don't know where other places I can go. Then I told her my baby hasn't been moving much since yesterday and I'm worried about it. Is there anyway I can check on my baby?
The nurse then connect us to the delivery ward in the hospital, told them about my situation and I was so glad that they were willing to see me! And we got referred to the delivery department upstairs immediately.
They took my temperature, I was burning at 39 degrees and face was flushing red.
They then monitor my baby with the CTG.
(me look very chui so I cover my face)
My baby's heart was beating mad fast at 181 (normal range is 120 - 160) and I get regular contractions.
I was hospitalised on the spot.
They ran some tests with my blood and confirm I was infected with Pneumonia - a kind of lung infection which I have never heard before cuz I was too swakoo. Apparently it's affecting quite a huge area of my left lung and I didn't have enough oxygen in my body and this oxygen tube thingy really is heaven to me.
At least, it made me feel alive once again.
The nurses were very nice and attentive to my needs.
I get my dosage of 3 bags antibiotics fluids dripping into my body everyday and it's causing my body to swell alot. My face is quite swollen (thats why i'm hiding it) from all those antibiotics and I've got gozilla hands and feet!!
I'm happy to be back home after so long... Though I'm still coughing away but I breathe better now and I wanna thank God for all the blessings and also my friends and family who supported me through this difficult period with prayers and sms-es :) I felt so loved and blessed.
P/S: Special thanks to Shuwen for cooking my lunch and dinner everyday during my hospital days. Yeah swedish food too salty for my liking liao - cannot eat. I am really super gandong (until can cry) that you went the extra mile to do all these things for me. And also to my dear Monchitchit who juggled between work, home and hospital.
Love,
Cindy
